Potter’s bum is kinda nice. I mean, he has a nice bum. You don’t really find many guys who’ve got nice bums these days. It’s almost like two big apples down there. Just really round and all. In fact, his bum looks very…squeezable.

“Y'no, I believe my brother is a bit jealous.”
“Of who?”
“You really are as thick as Rosie says. Of me, sweet cheeks. He obviously wants to be the one dancing with you, not me.”
“You’re lying, Albus Potter.”
“Looks like he’s about to squeeze that glass hard enough to shatter it."
"You lying, conniving-"
"Oh look! Here he comes!"
"Okay, you can lie up to the glass but that last one is just-"
"May I cut in, dear little bro?"

“Okay, you kids go up and take nice warm showers before you get hypothermia. James, show her where Victoire’s clothes are, will you? I’ve got to help clean up outside,” Ginny said.

He smirked at this statement. Just before she left us alone, she looked back sternly and said, “And you two. No funny business. James if I find you coerced innocent little Maggie into taking a shower with you-”

“I’m taking a guess,” I absentmindedly answered, “but I think he’s trying to say that him, Scorpius and the three other Slytherins were shirtless because they weren’t expecting any female, like so, to walk in.”

James sputtered out his pumpkin juice back into the cup and thumped his chest. “You saw what?”